Happy Treat Yo’Self Tuesdee! Want to drop a pretty penny to spend your eternal sentence as a tree or pay the discount rate and be immortalized as a creepy Victorian drawing? It’s a question for the ages, really,

Matt is fresh off a Virginia West cavalcade of whimsy in Sin City and he doesn’t seem to have his wits about him. Meanwhile Kate is firing on all of her cylinders. We are, in fact, through the looking glass.